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Note: this may be a one-shot, or it will may end up as an actual full length story, however long that may be. I'll leave it up to you, the reader, to decide whether or not I continue with it. I know; not exactly the best thing for an amateur author to do, but I'm starting my senior year of high school in two weeks, and will be taking college classes along with my regular schedule, as well as balancing a job in between.
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Shine On You Crazy Diamond
"Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!"
The stereo in the corner was blaring, but no one in the bar seemed to care, or were to drunk to notice. All except for the man at the end of the counter, who, if anyone actually cared to notice, really wasn't a man.
Maglor, second son of Fëanor, sat silently on his stool, removed from the general crowd, and sipped at his beer while he moved a small pile of salt crystals into random shapes with his thumbnail.
He had always liked Pink Floyd, in fact he liked pretty much all rock; it was the official break away from the strict rules that music had been slave to for the past several hundred years. It exuded all the freedom that the elven minstrels of old had reflected in their songs.
Out of all Pink Floyds songs, this one held the most power for him. To him it reminded him a lot of his father, and his final madness over the Silmarils.
"You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!"
After Maitimo's suicide, he longed for his own departure, yet for some reason he couldn't bring himself to end his own life. So he had lingered, and now here he was, alive in present day England, a well-known local musician, who every night came to the bar and got as drunk as he could and rethought his cursed life.
Yet everyday, everynight, he came closer to coming to terms with himself.
